My brain is turning into mush. *chants* Only two more essays left. Only two more essays left.
FYI, the Mexican Revolution is insane! At least studying it is. There are a dozen different guys spread out all over the place with their little support groups killing each other. Okay, not all of them were killing each other, but I think there's only one leader who escaped assassination. Why do I put myself in these situations? It is fascinating stuff, though, but perhaps when one has a bit more time and no deadline hanging over one's head. There is a reason why it's called a deadline.
In other news, I'm going to a Bolivian carnival on Saturday. I don't care how much I've read or haven't read. I'm going out with a woman from my class, essays be damned.
The newly refurbished lift broke down yesterday. Not surprising, since both the lifts have been intermittently out of service for no reason I can explain, since they've been working on them since last term. How long does it take to fix these things? But supposedly last night's gaffe was due to too many people cramming themselves into it, for there was a note. I just laughed. The brand new lift can't handle eight people. Granted, it is a small lift, but come on. The lifts at my first uni in Chicago were ancient, creaky, and kept shaking as if at any moment the wires holding it would break and we'd all plummet to our deaths. The sign under the buttons requested that no more than ten people ride it at once. During the peak of classes, there were no less than fifteen of us crammed in there until there was barely air to breathe. Not once in the whole year did I did one of them not working.
FYI, the Mexican Revolution is insane! At least studying it is. There are a dozen different guys spread out all over the place with their little support groups killing each other. Okay, not all of them were killing each other, but I think there's only one leader who escaped assassination. Why do I put myself in these situations? It is fascinating stuff, though, but perhaps when one has a bit more time and no deadline hanging over one's head. There is a reason why it's called a deadline.
In other news, I'm going to a Bolivian carnival on Saturday. I don't care how much I've read or haven't read. I'm going out with a woman from my class, essays be damned.
The newly refurbished lift broke down yesterday. Not surprising, since both the lifts have been intermittently out of service for no reason I can explain, since they've been working on them since last term. How long does it take to fix these things? But supposedly last night's gaffe was due to too many people cramming themselves into it, for there was a note. I just laughed. The brand new lift can't handle eight people. Granted, it is a small lift, but come on. The lifts at my first uni in Chicago were ancient, creaky, and kept shaking as if at any moment the wires holding it would break and we'd all plummet to our deaths. The sign under the buttons requested that no more than ten people ride it at once. During the peak of classes, there were no less than fifteen of us crammed in there until there was barely air to breathe. Not once in the whole year did I did one of them not working.
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Been watching Hulu again, have you? ;)
(Although now I'm wondering if you've seen that commercial; I don't think Hulu works outside the US. So never mind. Anyway.)
What I "love" about the Mexican Revolution is how damn slow the thing was. Like you said, it's all spread out between leaders and then they get killed and then others show up and get killed or join up and...well, not very organized, as a whole.
And even post-independence, everything was a mess. Yeah, I'm surprised the country even functions at all, now that I think of it. Hmm.
Anyway! Good for you, taking a day off to go to a Bolivian carnival. Not quite sure what that is but I'm sure it'll be fun and worth your time.
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As ever in Mexican history, we're not dealing with one united country, but with individual states and personality cults and personal armies and everyone kicking each others' ass. Plus now there's who enacted what reform and who was watching out for his elite cronies and bla bla bla. I just need to get my bearings.
Ah, the age of caudillos. Which in the case of Mexico, is still going on. We have a messed up country.
I just know there's going to be Bolivian food and music and food.And it won't be in this little room.
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Mmm, true. I think in some ways, the closer you look at a country the more it's like that; the US sure has had it's troubles with rebellious local leaders causing problems. But England's been a pretty united country since much earlier than Spain, and I think those darn colonial legacies act up every once in a while.
Bolivian food and music and food sound fantastic and now I want to go to there. I will probably end up settling on cheese fries from Steak Escape which is not the same thing at all.
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England itself is also pretty small, which helps, but yeah, Spain still can't get it together. The thing is Mexico was so huge at independence and so regionalized that some people didn't feel like part of the same country. I know that the Yucatán area wanted to be it's own country since the beginning. And no one could agree how on how to organize the country because the states wanted to rule themselves and Mexico City wanted to control everyone else. Or something like that.
Mm, fries. Those are always good, at least.
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Well, yes, but England also had a vast empire that lasted a fair bit longer than Spain's and was less prone to craziness (America and India excepted). Spain is at least better than Italy which is not, admittedly, hard. Not that I know much about the politics there post-Franco. In fairness, though, America actually did have several states secede from the union (and they're still technically allowed to!), and the federal/confederation balance has always been an issue, since the initial Continental Congress. But size really does matter, I think; countries like Germany can get away with being very confederate because, well, they're not that big. Mexico's weird because some things that you wouldn't think would be national (like education) are, but other things, at least to my very Americanized eye, are really randomly inefficient.
They sure are tasty, although add cheese and now I just feel really guilty. But mmm, fries.